(Jirí Wolker)
We swim,
Where, no one knows.
From an unknown river
We sing songs.
From the depths of the earth, from mysterious hiding places
We gush up in the midnight twilight.
Across steep banks, around rocks and forest
We fly violently in a wild ball.
Forests tremble
Under our leap.
In the Úílené reji< br/>We fly with the flow.
In a flat land, in calm and peace
We swallow the foam of wild eddies.
We play our andante sonatas,
We lull them on our waves.
The breath of the Úirý plains
VáÚn extinguishes us.
Into the waters they bend
Rich ears.
In the silent lake We intertwine with the shores.
Brightened by the sky, we are full of tenderness.
Nights when clear lie down in the region,
Silver stars play with us.
A longing so old
For ancient pride
It burns in our hearts,
It drives us up.
Unknown hands take us as a sacrifice,
They press to each other's chest with their UÚ.
A cloudy ship with a gale of wind,
The prow is darkened with a dizzying foam.
We fly fast.
Through the beastly sky,
Struck down in a dungeon
With a fiery claw.
In the roar of thunder, the raging storm
We fall down into the clouds of smoke.
In a thousand tears we splash around . corner
We are waiting for the touch of the witch's wand.
Waiting is slowly turning into sleep,
We are dreaming about rebirth.